Igniting Her

Chapter One

Well hello lovely readers, thank you for checking out my new story. This idea kind of just struck me, and I had to start writing. I have no clue when I will update, so no consistency.

I am still working on Nemelatro: Dawning but when inspiration stikes you need to go with it.

Pretty sure this story is going to need all the trigger warnings. So mature language, mature content, spicy scenes, rape, abuse (all kinds), and just generally unpleasant subjects. ⚠️

Leave comments and votes, so I can tell if this idea will blosson i to a decent story. I apologize ahead for the mistakes. This baby is uncut and unedited, flying by the seat of my pants here.

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I can feel my body rock, jostling with a shove, and I am not sure if I am still dreaming or waking up. I kock my legs out in protest, pulling my blanket up to my chin just praying to get some more sleep. My alarm isn't going off, I am exhausted from closing the pub last night. I am dreading the late morning shift I am going to have to get up for. Just ten more fucking minutes please god let me sleep!

Just when I think I am going to enter dreamland and I feel myself slipping into unconsciousness, a hard rod wedges firmly against my ass. I am so not ready to be performing aerobic activities this early. Again, I feel little Jason nudging against my flesh and by the feels of it he is rocking au natural style. Jason groans in my ear before wrapping his arms around my soft waist and starting to kiss down my neck.

"Mmm," he hummed into my shoulder, "Nats baby, you were grinding on me in your sleep." Seriously Nats again? Pulling me closer he thrusts himself against my backside. "Little Jason needs attention," he groans and whines at the same time. How the fuck is that even possible?

Fucking hell Jason I hate that stupid nickname and you know it, you woke me up and now you are grinding on me expecting to get some. Internally I am brimming in frustration, but outside, I am trying to feign sleep and all I can say is, "Hmm?"

Jason continues to grind on me, each jerk becoming more forceful. Fucker is going to shove me off the bed. "Nats," he complains, turning his normal baritone into a nasally whine.

Motherfucker, what am I, a damn bug. Instead of actually saying it, I roll over and hug into Jason's chest, one of his stray nipple hairs going up my nose. "What time is it babe?" I softly groan while trying to avoid his sporadic chest hairs.

Jason starts fumbling with my silky pajama shorts, running his rough hands over my rounded hips. "It's woody o'clock baby and I have something for you," he punctuates by ramming his hard dick into me.

I scoff, rolling over to grab my cell and check the time. Squinting at the bright screen, I repress the urge to scream and smack Jason. It is five in the damn morning, only three hours since I crawled into bed and five hours away from my next shift. I could kick a fucking puppy right now. To say I am mad is a monumental understatement.

Jason was a man on a mission completely oblivious that I am fuming over the precious little sleep I am being robbed of. He has managed to strip me of my shorts already and I groan because we have reached the point of no return. Fatigue makes the idea of being guilt tripped and starting a fight, not worth the energy loss.

Jason has this adorable quirk where if sex is denied, he becomes a raging toddler with no filter. I was still pissed about the last time, when he threw a tantrum because I said no to sex while I had my period. I didn't need blood stains on my bed, felt bloated and honestly sex while bleeding was not my idea of fun. He had stormed out of my room screaming how I didn't love him and there must be another man satisfying me. I learned over this four year relationship that the fights were not worth denying sex. I remember giving in when I had the stomach flu, but he was needing reassurance because he wasn't feeling loved and it still frustrates me.